Livre Histoire D Amour Novels & Stories

She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans. Still locked in a passionate kiss, my hand ventured beneath her shirt, while my foot urged her legs apart. Her shallow breaths resonated in my ears, laced with need and desire. I could feel my cock throbbing against her thigh, aching for her touch. The earlier phone call had soured my mood, but the sight of her rekindled my spirits instantly.

There's still long hours till morning. Checking the book in his hand, he discovered it to be a novel. 'The Red and the Black' by Stendhal. After checking the description of the book, he believed it wouldn't be bad to give it a try although he is not fond of reading novels. Leo prefer reading normal books, it doesn't matter which type it is as long as there are not romance books. Most of the romance books he read in the past are rather cliche, untrue and misleading because such love in books doesn't exist in this modern day society.

He pinned her again, even harder this time, his heavy body crushing her against the door until she could feel every hard line of him. "Fierce as ever," he whispered against her lips. He wasn’t angry, he looked revitalized. He tilted his head down, his gaze dropping to her chest. "But your body is a terrible liar, Rissa. Look." He pulled the silk of her robe tight against her skin. "See how your nipples awaken for me? You say you hate me with your mouth, but you’re begging for me everywhere else."

I curl up in bed, my phone lighting up with a text from an unknown number: "Some people run from love. Some people run towards it. Which one are you? - H" And for the first time in my life, I don't know the answer.

But you hurt me more than any woman did, and I loved you more than any woman I have ever been with. But l guess it wasn't meant to work despite that.“ I loved you. Past tense. Her heart screamed like a banshee, but she kept quiet. Dare gave a small smile to the woman who held his heart. ”It's all good, Riri. No grudges held.“ She nodded, unable to say a word. Outside, the rain raged on, showing no signs of stopping.

Firm, Final, and Infuriating. I opened my mouth to argue. Then I remembered the mysterious car. The threatening phone call. The investigation. And unfortunately— He had a point. I hated when he had points. An hour later, I sat in the SUV heading toward my studio. Liam occupied the front passenger seat. I occupied the back. Trying very hard not to feel ridiculous. The silence lasted exactly six minutes. Then curiosity won. "Does Albert do this often?" Liam glanced at me through the mirror. "Do what?" "Turn people's lives upside down." The corner of his mouth twitched. "Not usually."

The lady and the child gave me a confused look. "Send me the divorce papers when it ready, Jude Monroe. Have a happy life and make sure your mother doesn't harm my family or else..." I pointed at him, having an upper hand. He breached the contract first. As I stepped out of the house, tears streamed down my eyes, blurring out everything. "Lillian! Can we settle everything amicably?" I stopped on track, turning to him. "One more thing." I laughed, pain evident. "The Dom teacher was your best friend and you know what? I kissed him. I have always loved him too and I can't wait to have his cock in me."

I saw how Stephanie flinched because of Drake’s anger. “You know I love her. You know how much I love Felicity so you chose to ruin everything. Now remember this, I’m gonna ruin you if I lose her. Mark my words.” I gasped at what I’ve heard. He love me? Did I just heard it right? I think about it for so long, reason why Drake noticed me. “You heard it?” he asked softly. He walked near me and caressed my cheeks. “That’s what you mean earlier?” I asked in a small voice.

Francis knows he can't tell Catherine that but he has to lie to his mother to make her feel better about her not coming for Catherine's birthday party. ​"That will be nice, my son. I will let you get back to what you are doing. Take care of yourself." ​"Goodbye mom." Francis cuts the call and pockets his phone. He goes to the house to check up on the maid that Charles spilled champagne on. ​ Francis closes the living room door behind him. Catherine had created a monument to an exquisite taste. Her home was well built, beautifully decorated, a neoclassical empire in the hills of California. He sees a large portrait of the wedding photo of him and Melissa. When Melissa told him she was pregnan

By the time we get back to my place, I’m so horny I nearly rip my dress off. The next day, he takes me to an old bookstore that has been run by the same owner for over sixty years. She refuses to alphabetize anything, but when Damien asks her for a specific book, she knows exactly where it is. It’s cramped and crowded, full of volumes of rare old books and gorgeous hardback covers. Damien buys sme a copy of Pride and Prejudice in French.